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I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A COMPULSIVE DRAWER. I would declare war on every blank area left on notebooks, desks, chalk-boards and school walls. My teachers never appreciated this, but I did win recognition among the other kids. But I was independent and pretty much a loner. I rarely communicated verbally, but I never failed to communicate by using my favourite language: images.
Luckily for me, it was my grandparents who practically raised me, instilling in me all the values I retain to this day. But even though my grandparents offered material and emotional support, I felt abandoned. It was a pain that was muted and sometimes battered into submission, but it invariably came to surface. Plus I sensed that there was something else, a much more disturbing truth that lay at the core of the adult world. Being much too young to identify it, it remained a frustrated inarticulate feeling. But there was something clearly evident in my drawings that expressed those feelings. My talent for drawing, my attention to detail, and above all, my grotesque sense of humor were obvious in the drawings.
By the age of eight, whatever I had lodged in the back of my mind came forward in a blurry approximation in art. It was art that rescued me. Many of the drawings had an underlying dark tone. The drawings gave my incoherent inner world some form of expression and substance, however crudely rendered. Grown-ups had a profound effect on my artistic development, but not in a way they would have approved. I began to observe and to judge people, making evaluations about their nature and characters. This, too, found its way in my drawings. One could see from the progression of drawings a groping and developing maturity. It was a discovery and odyssey of self.
A teacher observed one of my drawings, and obviously dismayed, he asked: “What is the matter Victor?”
I answered: “What is the matter with everybody else?”
A conscious awareness of the adult world came into sharper focus: my overall impression of adults was that they were bogus liars and hypocrites, saying not what they thought, but rather what they believed would serve some particular purpose, some hidden agenda. Everybody came armed with two faces. It seemed to me that the world thrived on bullshit, hypocrisy and lies. I noted a desperate whoring after status, an irrational and pathetic desire to “beat the Jones” followed up by saccharine sentimentality by mealy-mouthed charlatans—and all of it showcased to the people they themselves loathed. Lies, backstabbing, deception, two-faces, malice and hypocrisy was the currency of exchange in the adult world. And so I took a profound disliking to most people I came across. I could sense the spiritual emptiness and viciousness within them. I wanted to like and admire people but I rarely came across anyone who was worthy of it. The only noted exceptions were my grandparents.
I HAD TURNED SIXTEEN JUST A FEW MONTHS before the holidays. Christmas brought distant relatives and immediate family together at the Pross household. For me, people were bad enough on their own but it became worse when they assembled together under the same roof. It was on such occasions that fully demonstrated the insanity and phoniness of these people. I would scan the large living room absorbing the adults sitting on the couches and chairs, each one looking anxious and distant. They were tipsy on day-long benders of Bloody Caesars, making efforts to appear jovial. There was a constant display of smiley backslapping and “Merry Christmases” by people who maligned one another the moment backs were turned. There was an unvarying spectacle of petty bickering over trivia and the sudden surfacing of years-long resentments best forgotten. All the forms of human flaws and ugliness to be found in the world---a world which insists on being imperfect—were on display before the eyes of the juvenile artist.
To lighten the mood, somebody put a dance song on. I watched with keen interest as glasses were overturned by dancing feet and the coffee table was moved out of the way to make room. A frenzy of stimulation bubbled in the room and everyone’s voice rose imperceptibly in pitch. As far as I was concerned, it was a circus.
Each relative represented an unsavory social stereotype or archetype of one kind or another. They were caricatures. From the town’s busy body gossip-monger tyrant--to the dour spinster forever spouting on about “God’s wrath”--to the town’s fast-talking used car salesman who dressed like a big city pimp---to every other stereotype imaginable. It was all there. This was no less true when it came to Uncle Bernard, better known as “Bernie.” Sitting near the Christmas tree, I was observing him closely. He was the jet-set wannabe playboy type. He sported a dyed perm that looked as if had come straight off a Styrofoam head from 1973. Assuming himself a lady-killer, he actually had all the charm of a toupee made of straw dipped in black ink. With each attempt at a pickup he was invariably shot down. “Lesbian!” he would bellow at women who rejected him.
Sitting next to Bernie was my mother, Terry. She was immersed in conversation, laughing with a forced hilarity, her drink spilling over. There was something that troubled me about my mother. She was a woman who was so utterly self-absorbed, forever preoccupied with what others thought. My mother’s sense of personal value was crucially dependent on the image of herself as a glamorous beauty. At the age of thirty-eight, she was wont to ask for reassurances of her looks. “Do you think I have nice legs? I use to be a Go-Go dance, you know?” and “When was the last time you saw a woman as gorgeous as me—and at my age?” With each passing year she began to perceive every wrinkle on her face as a metaphysical menace. Taking aging as a threat to her identity, she plunged into a series of sexual relationships with men fifteen years her junior demanding fresh admiration to assuage her hollowness.
My mother’s constant need for validation annoyed me. I was nevertheless fascinated with human behavior. What I perceived in my mother was a definite narcissism, only I didn’t have the word for it at the age of sixteen. Spurred by mother’s conceit, I decided to try an experiment. I played upon her vanity by offering her a lavish compliment, just to see her reaction. My motive wasn’t flattery for flattery’s sake, it was a psychological experiment.
I tapped my mother on the shoulder, interrupting her conversation.
“Mom?”
My mother turned to me, clearly annoyed, her expression a fusion of wonder and irritation.
“Victor dear, can’t you see I’m talking to this nice gentleman?”
“But mom, I need to tell you something.”
“Yes, yes, what is it?”
“I just wanted to say that…you look just like Marilyn Monroe.”
My mother took a deep intake of breathe. She clapped her hands in appreciation and snuggled her darling son into her arms. “Did you hear that?” she demanded of the guests. The room fell to a hushed silence. “What is it, Terry?” asked a guest. “My boy said I look like Marilyn Monroe. That’s my boy! Oh, he knows a good looking chick when he sees one!” My mother then let out an exuberant laugh, which itself was enough to draw attention. After a few more brandy-laced eggnogs, my mother became more of an embarrassment. She made damn well sure to tell new arrivals at the party what her son had said about her. It was a compliment that was warmly recalled by her for years to come. I had always regretted my causal flattery.
I appreciated the art of caricature more so than ever before. I enjoyed the spectacle of observing the reaction of anyone I nailed in a drawing. When people observed a grotesque drawing I had rendered of them—in dead-on accuracy---they would dissolve in self-consciousness. This had a clinical kind of fascination to me. Although one can be disconcerted at witnessing an open incision, I got some amazing glimpses of their guts. What came out of it was a deeply ingrained self-doubt. I knew my art had the power to reach people. “You are a sick guy, Pross,” said one of my displeased subjects. “How is it that I’m sick,” I responded, amazed by this sudden psychological evaluation. “The drawing portrays how you are—not me.”
Observing my mania for drawing, my grandfather decided to have a heart-to-heart chat with me. He entered my room as I sat at my desk, which was littered with sketchpads of drawings and half-ass watercolors.
Grandfather picked up a sketch pad flipping through it. “You have a real talent there, my boy,” he said. A firm hand rested on my shoulder. “It would be a shame if that went to waste”
I smiled and lowered my head.
“There are a lot of people who always dump on me for drawing, granddaddy.”
He smiled. “When it comes to insults, consider the source---and also try to consider what you think may be their motivation.”
My grandfather put an encouraging arm around me, playfully mussing up my hair.
He pulled up a nearby chair and sat down next to me.
“Now listen to me,” he said with a pinch of gravity, “you have a talent, son—a very evident and rare talent, but you can’t expect it to do all the work for you. You have to hone and develop that talent. If you want to be an artist, it takes practice, practice, practice. It is about hard work. It’s not enough to have talent alone. You need to have a hunger. You understand?”
I smiled. “I need to be a hungry artist?”
“I’m serious, son.”
“I know. So am I”
“Good. That’s right, a hungry artist.”
“I am. It’s like a compulsion. I feel so good when I’m drawing. It lifts me up. I need to express what I have going on inside of me. I suppose that is a hunger.”
I paused for a moment. My grandfather looked at me, his clear blue eyes beaming. His smile conveyed immense admiration…and hope. “I love you, grandson.”
I couldn’t express in words the feeling that I felt so abundantly. The love and admiration I felt for this man was great, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him so for some reason. And so I simply smiled and look downward, hoping that this motion expressed what should have said with words.
Not everyone responded with agitation to the drawings of this teenage caricature artist. Sam Ferguson, the owner of the diner I frequented at the time, was blessed with a robust sense of humor. As he observed one of my renderings, he laughed with his whole body, his heavy-set frame shook like a bowl of Jell-O resting on the clothes dryer in final spin. “You are a crazy son of a bitch!” Gus hollowed. “How do you think of this stuff?” In the drawing, I had Gus lurched over a hot stove stirring the day’s soup special with beads of sweat dripping into the pot. In the background, one can see an unsuspecting customer slurping the broth, bellowing, ‘Gus, I love the extra flavor you added!’
“Come here, my boy,” Gus said, sliding a hamburger and fries over to me. “Here’s your payment for a job well done.”
“You’re paying me for that drawing…by feeding me?”
Gus looked astonished that I was astonished. “Of course! A man should be paid for his work. That drawing is hanging on my wall, and it gives me a great deal of pleasure.”
“It does.”
“You are very talented. Hey, I want to frame it and hang it up on my office wall. How much do you want for it?”
“You just paid me,” I answered, biting into the hamburger.
“No, not that, that’s a token payment, I’m talking about really paying you. That is a work of art we’re talking about!”
“I don’t know…”
“Here,” Gus said, taking my hand and slipping a hundred dollar bill into it.
“Hey man, are you serious—a hundred bucks!”
“Too little?”
“No, this is cool. Thanks Gus!”
“One day you are going to be a famous artist. People will be paying you a lot more than a measly hundred bucks. Hey, don’t think that I’m cheating you…I’m not a rich guy.”
“Come on, Gus, I know that. This is so cool, man. If only my grandfather could see this.”
I realized that I could temper my art with light-hearted humor, the gentle good wit that my grandfather imparted in me—along with the acerbic wit characteristic of Barry McConnell. It was here that this artist punk learned that caricature has both a dark and light face to it. I also learned that the caricatures I drew, and the people who inspired them, were not confined to the community where I lived. They circled the globe. It was to the wider culture that my focus turned. I had so much to learn and so much to express.
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**above photo is of my mother--Terry, my oldest brother--Robert, and Kevin (with his arm around me).
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
A tender gesture…
A grand pas de deux is effectively a suite of dances that share a common theme, often symbolic of a love story or the partnership inherent in love, following each other’s movements.
I love the subtle tones, all the varied tones, that give the flower/petals/stems their texture, depth and form, their delectable shapes accentuated, extracted and emphasised without the colour. Don't you agree?
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M, (*_*)
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Girolamo Maria Francesco Matteo Savonarola (Ferrara, 21 de septiembre de 1452-Florencia, 23 de mayo de 1498) fue un fraile dominico ascético, predicador italiano, confesor del gobernador de Florencia, Lorenzo de Médici, organizador de la célebre hoguera de las vanidades de 1497, donde se coaccionó a los florentinos a arrojar sus objetos de lujo y sus cosméticos, además de libros que consideraba licenciosos, como los de Giovanni Boccaccio. Predicó contra el lujo, el lucro, la depravación de los poderosos y la corrupción de la Iglesia católica, contra la búsqueda de la gloria y contra la sodomía, sospechando que estaba en toda la sociedad de Florencia, donde él vivió.
Predijo que un nuevo rey Ciro atravesaría el país para poner orden en las costumbres de los sacerdotes y del pueblo. La intrusión del ejército de Carlos VIII de Francia, en 1494, en la Toscana confirmó su profecía. Sus críticas violentas contra la familia que gobernaba Florencia en esos años, los Médici, acusándoles de corruptos, contribuyeron a la expulsión del gobernador Pedro II de Médici por los florentinos en 1494. Sus ataques contra el papa Alejandro VI le valieron, primeramente, la excomunión, la prisión y la condena a la hoguera por un tribunal de la Inquisición en la plaza de Florencia y la inclusión de su obra en el Índice de libros prohibidos.
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Girolamo Savonarola, 21 September 1452 – 23 May 1498), also referred to as Jerome Savonarola, was an ascetic Dominican friar from Ferrara and a preacher active in Renaissance Florence. He became known for his prophecies of civic glory, his advocacy of the destruction of secular art and culture, and his calls for Christian renewal. He denounced clerical corruption, despotic rule, and the exploitation of the poor.
In September 1494, when King Charles VIII of France invaded Italy and threatened Florence, Savonarola's prophecies seemed on the verge of fulfillment. While the friar intervened with the French king, the Florentines expelled the ruling Medicis and at Savonarola's urging established a "well received" republic, effectively under Savonarola's control. Declaring that Florence would be the New Jerusalem, the world centre of Christianity and "richer, more powerful, more glorious than ever", he instituted an extreme moralistic campaign, enlisting the active help of Florentine youth.
In 1495, when Florence refused to join Pope Alexander VI's Holy League against the French, the Vatican summoned Savonarola to Rome. He disobeyed, and further defied the pope by preaching under a ban, highlighting his campaign for reform with processions, bonfires of the vanities, and pious theatricals. In retaliation, Pope Alexander excommunicated Savonarola in May 1497 and threatened to place Florence under an interdict. A trial by fire proposed by a rival Florentine preacher in April 1498 to test Savonarola's divine mandate turned into a fiasco, and popular opinion turned against him. Savonarola and two of his supporting friars were imprisoned. On 23 May 1498, Church and civil authorities condemned, hanged, and burned the bodies of the three friars in the main square of Florence.
We declare, pronounce and define that the doctrine which holds that the Blessed Virgin Mary, at the first instant of her conception, by a singular privilege and grace of the Omnipotent God, in virtue of the merits of Jesus Christ, the Saviour of mankind, was preserved immaculate from all stain of original sin, has been revealed by God, and therefore should firmly and constantly be believed by all the faithful.
—Pope Pius IX, Ineffabilis Deus, December 8, 1854
PRAYER TO THE
IMMACULATE CONCEPTION
O God, who by the Immaculate Conception
of the Blessed Virgin Mary,
did prepare a worthy dwelling place for Your Son,
we beseech You that,
as by the foreseen death of this, Your Son,
You did preserve Her from all stain,
so too You would permit us, purified through Her intercession, to come unto You.
Through the same Lord Jesus Christ, Your Son, who lives and reigns with You in the unity of the Holy Spirit, God, world without end.
Amen.
Escultura: Nick Lugue
Encarna: Tom Joven
Vestiduras: Plumaria Sacred Vestments
Guevarra-Garcia Family
Angeles City
When we see a potential sexual partner, our heart starts to beat harder and faster. If we are too much into it, our heart rolls downwards like a ball, noting can hold us any more," we fall in love". Our brain struggles to hold our heart form falling. Our heart wins the battle agains our brain and declares the independency. This victory will be announced as love.
Psalm 19:1… “The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.”
That correlates with Psalm 8:1… “LORD, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory in the heavens.” I cannot fathom how anyone can stand amid such glory and not come away with this understanding… and that’s coming from someone who has a great understanding of the science behind this scene. Unless you want a lesson in physics, don’t test me.
I’ve been practicing stacking star images to highlight some iconic structures and landscapes here in North Carolina… it’s best to photograph the Milky Way on a moonless night, though I’ve either not been able to get to these places in a timely manner or the weather hasn’t cooperated. The mountains and the coast are likely targets with barns and rockscapes and piers and lighthouses… I have them picked out; I just need to get there!
This was taken in Death Valley in March of 2015… you couldn’t ask for a darker sky than it is there. The light on the horizon isn’t light pollution from some distant city… it’s from the first rays of light from the rising sun. That was not quite that evident as I shot this scene, though the sensitivity of the camera over the long exposures easily picked it up. By the way, the exposure time mentioned in the EXIF is an accumulation of the time for each of the nine images used in the stack. By "stack", I mean that multiple images were digitally stacked to eke out as much detail as the images would allow and also eliminate the digital noise inherent with long exposures at high ISO values. I used Sequator to stack the images and freeze the foreground for this image… color correction, sharpening, and further noise reduction was done in Adobe Camera Raw and Photoshop CC.
Sequator is a free software that can be found here: sites.google.com/site/sequatorglobal/
A good tutorial can be found here: www.youtube.com/watch?v=C-MCvbYj-hA&t=20s
If you have other questions about the workflow that I can help with, just let me know in the comments.
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
We NEED it!
Kissing is great! It’s known as a favourite universal act of showing love and affection.
Almost everyone receives or gives a kiss at some point in their life.
A Lingering Lip Kiss – This is a closed mouth kiss that lasts for more than 20 seconds. The tongue is not involved in this kiss. Lingering lip kisses involve the lips only.
This kiss serves as an indication of deep love.
Two small amorous roses.
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Pic By Tonic
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
Open the heavens
God, let Your presence fall
Fill us up to; overflowing
Surrendered by Your grace
We seek to see Your face
Fill us up to; overflowing
We declare to the world
What the Lord has done
We will sing of His endless love
From the earth to the heavens
Praise be lifted high
To You our God
Open the heavens
God, let Your presence fall
Fill us up to; overflowing
Surrendered by Your grace
We seek to see Your face
Fill us up to; overflowing
Open the heavens
God, let Your presence fall
Fill us up to; overflowing
Surrendered by Your grace
We seek to see Your face
Fill us up to; overflowing
A little bit of cinematic toy photography captured with my Tron Lego and some practical effects.
Prints available via my website, www.tommilton.co.uk
www.lnr.naturalengland.org.uk/Special/lnr/lnr_details.asp...
LNR Type:Urban Fringe
County:Lancashire
Natural England
Regional Team:North West
Year of Declaration:1968
Declaring Authority:Fylde Borough Council
Location:Clifton Drive North, Lytham St Annes, FY8 2
Owned by:Fylde Borough Council
Web site: Lancashire Wildlife Trust and Fylde Borough Council
SSSI Type:Biological
Link to site map:Click here to open the site map from the MAGIC web site.
How to get there:Situated off the main A584 Cliffton Drive, Lytham st Annes
Visitor facilities:Parking at North Beach Car Park or opposite the old Pontins development. A network of paths criss-cross the site taking in all areas from bio-diverse wet dune slacks to the open grassland of rolling dunes.
What to see:The sand dunes of the Fylde coast may only be a fragment of a once extensive dune system but they still provide a habitat for a wealth of wildlife. Over 280 different plant species have been recorded on the dunes from the mobile dunes on the coast to the fixed dunes of the Local Nature Reserve. This includes internationally rare plants such as the Isle of Man cabbage and the Dune Helleborine which only grow in Great Britain.
Volunteer and 'Friends of' groups:Volunteer with the wildlife trust www.lancswt.org.uk/Our-Work/specialist-projects/fylde-san...
Contacts for further information and how to get involved:Dunes Officer, Lynn Ashtonl, on 07595 233424 Email; lashton@lancswt.org.uk
Fylde Borough Council General Enquiries
e-mail: listening@fylde.gov.uk
Tel: 01253 658 658
Website address and other links:www.ribblecoastandwetlands.com/att_lytham_NNR
Last Updated: 25/02/2013
A glorious sunrise over Meteora, Greece. Light and Heat fill the skies as the sun begins to shine. The rising sun serves as a symbol of Jesus Christ’s Resurrection in this photograph, captured during the 2019 Holy Week.
At Easter, we read in the gospel: “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it” (John 1:5). We read more on Mark’s 16: 2–5.
This shot cheers loudly: He Is Risen! The first verse οf Psalm 19 was chosen to serve as the shot’s title:
«The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.»
That's Olive's gift of valentine day for her boyfriend, Andy. He is not here, so she took the photo to send to him through the internet. He would do something similar if he didn't get distracted so easily. But Olive is ok with that! ^^
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Esse é o presente de dia dos namorados da Olive pro Andy. Ele tá viajando, mas ela preparou essa foto pra mandar pra ele pela internet. Ele faria algo parecido pra ela se não se distraísse com tanta facilidade. Mas não tem problema. A Olive conhece ele bem demais pra ficar chateada!
Déclarée cathédrale à titre honorifique en 1864 par l’archevêque d’Auch en mémoire de l’antique diocèse supprimé au IXe siècle, cette église était celle du prieuré bénédictin implanté à Eauze avant l’an mil. L’édifice actuel doit sa reconstruction à Jean Marre, moine de Simorre qui en devint prieur en 1463. Entreprise après 1467, principalement érigée vers 1490-1500 et achevée autour de 1530, l’église présente une grande unité architecturale (Polge et Laffargue, 1952).
Inventaire des monuments historiques
#abfav_ROMANTIC_SEASON
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
A celebration, sealed with a kiss... fusion.
I sometimes have a different kind of ’FUN’, I’ll see something in one image, something that is not there, something that has to be ‘made’ with the box of tricks that photoshop is.
This is clearly manipulated in Photoshop. Not often happens!
And still, each time I think... that's it, there's only so much you can do with flowers... and yet again and again, I'll see something new.
Being creative is not a choice... it is an urge in me.
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Do you know my King? David said the Heavens declare the glory of God, and the firmament shows His handiwork. My King is the only one of whom there are no means of measure that can define His limitless love. No far seeing telescope can bring into visibility the coastline of the shore of His supplies. No barriers can hinder Him from pouring out His blessing.
He's the superlative of everything good that you choose to call Him. He's My King!
Amazing sermon by pastor Lockeridge, whole sermon here. The coolest is this video someone made about it. Watch, please!
And well - I'm seventeen, jeej! Thank you, everyone, for all your lovely congratulations-wishes. A special and grateful thank you to the amazing Kjersti who took the sweetest birthday-wish-picture everrr! I love you, Kj :)
[Plus an ever more incredible thank you to the loveliest person in this world - you know who you are! <3]
Vacation time is also finally here! Last tests went fine and now it's time for .. reading - photos - friends - swimming - sunshine - movies - internet - websites - sleeping and tons of other cool things! And finally time to visit all your streams, you lovely comment-ish people! Here I come :)
Explore #172
© Inge Photography | Life in technicolor
I declare myself citizen of the world, and this is my flag!
Imagine there's no countries,
It isn't hard to do,
Nothing to kill or die for,
And no religion too,
Imagine all the people
living life in peace...
(Imagine, Jhon Lennon)
This is just a Picasa collage - my only difficult (and Kariobinja's one, she helped me a lot) was to find all the world flags and make the program recognize them as JPG files :p
Please visit my other pics on the Concept set :)
The Milky Way shines brighter, when seen from higher altitudes. A miniature chapel (a roadside memorial) was built as a guardian for safe passage at the Baros Pass, the highest in Greece at 6,237 ft (1901 m). The chapel’s Cross is soaring in the skyline as a pictorial reminder of The Almighty; the Cross stands higher than the signposts telling the passers-by which earthly direction to go in…
The Milky Way lies diagnonally above the The Cross. Four hundred billion stars appear like the jewels of its heavenly crown. Yes, there are approximately 4×10¹¹ stars in our galaxy. It was captured with its galactic core visible (20.6° above horizon) during a chilly night (on July 12, 2021 at 23:10’ hrs, 14℃︎). At high altitudes there is less atmospheric absorption of the stars’ light prior to reaching the eye or the camera.
The first verse οf David’s Psalm 19 (Old Testament) was chosen to serve as the shot’s title:
“The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament sheweth his handywork.”
📷 Settings:
Canon EOS RP
Sigma 24mm F1.4 DG HSM | Art 015
f/1.8 - ISO 2500 - 10 sec × 36 shots stacked
"He declares the All to be unlimited, as already stated ; but of the All part is full and part empty, and these he calls elements. Out of them arise the worlds unlimited in number and into them they are dissolved. This is how the worlds are formed. In a given section many atoms of all manner of shapes are carried from the unlimited into the vast empty space". Diogenes Laërtius Leucippus. Lives of Eminent Philosophers - Leucippus
“I fancy having a go at the Armed Knight.”
Lloyd wasn’t declaring his intention to engage a fourteenth century nobleman in hand to hand combat as far as I could tell. Besides which I don’t think there are many of those left in these parts anymore; not since the chippy in St Just began closing its doors on a Saturday evening at any rate. He must have meant the sea stack at Land’s End, the one that’s so often overlooked in favour of the Enys Dodnan sea arch and Longships Lighthouse. Despite coming here plenty of times over the years, I’d only very rarely - just once as far as I could tell - made it the centre of attention, all too often making a beeline for exactly the same spot and shooting the same scene over and over. Of course it’s a great scene, never the same twice in my experience, but maybe I had been getting a little too single minded.
The Armed Knight suggestion seemed like a very good one to me. We’d been toying with the idea of Botallack, but the tide wasn’t quite where we wanted it to be, and perhaps we’d try that one later in the week instead. So with renewed purpose and the sense that I’d be shooting something different at Land’s End this time, I climbed into the car and headed west. I’m always glad for an excuse to head towards the Edge of Eternity, where you can stand at the edge of the cliffs and gaze towards the west. Just two thousand two hundred miles of ocean between here and Newfoundland after the Isles of Scilly. They’re very often visible from here, but not on this delightfully moody afternoon.
It wasn’t a day for changing lenses, and although the Armed Knight was going to be the main attraction, I had rapidly rearranged the inserts in the camera bag to include the telephoto lens, which I’d mounted separately on the crop body, for the odd rapid burst in the direction of Longships Lighthouse. But that’s another story - one that ran parallel to this adventure. So while the second set up lay close at hand, this camera sat on the tripod, often sheltering under a shower cap, waiting for the light to do something exciting. Lloyd and I were meeting for the first time since his previous visit to Cornwall a year earlier, and we planted our tripods a dozen yards apart, catching up in between shots, often losing entire sentences to the testing conditions around us. In strong winds it would be a bit of a challenge to capture the fury of the ocean, but if you don’t try, you don’t give yourself a chance of success. It also helps if you stand on the windward side of the camera and park yourself in the lee of a rocky outcrop, I so often find. Those granite fortresses at the edges of the land here not only make for compositional tools, they also act as shelters from the elements on days like this.
Things were going well. The parallel story was developing in those moments when the sun shone across the sea onto the lighthouse and its attendant cluster of rocks, and from time to time a glow would appear at the horizon, separated by drifts of driving rain to the south. It was the sort of day I enjoy most in these elemental corners of the landscape - ever changing, full of grimy mood, at times furious. The sort of day one might imagine JMW Turner in his oilskins, two hundred years earlier, dabbing spots of light onto his canvas against the murky dark inks of the ocean as the winds whipped around his easel.
While Lloyd stayed in the position we’d occupied for ninety minutes or more, I decided I might try another composition, and it was one that delivered my favourite moments of the day. The sea had by now taken on a shade of green that had to be seen to be believed, and the polariser intensified the colours throughout the scene. Those dabs of soft orange light continued to play at the edge of the sea, and from this much lower position I felt closer to everything. The weather was now coming straight at me, rather than from the side, and I knew that as I took this image it would be among the last moments before the payoff came in the form of an almighty bristling shower coming straight towards us.
Ten minutes later, we were back at the car park, shaking the rainwater from our clothes and camera bags. It had been an excellent reunion shoot. You know it’s been a good shoot when you’re soaked. And when you come away with two entirely different shots that tick your boxes, you’re always going to go home with a big wet grin from ear to ear. Even if the local chippy is closed.
USA Declares Trade War on Canada Day I - 10 images - Canon EOS 40D with Canon EF 28-135mm 1:3.5-5.6 IS USM (EOS mount) & Polarizer - Photographer Russell McNeil PhD (Physics) lives on Vancouver Island, where he works as a writer.
The ten images in this series all use the 28 mm F3.5 setting on the Canon 28-135 zoom. Is the wide end of the zoom good enough to use as if it were a 28mm (45mm equivalent) F3.5 prime?
It wasn't all sun - FGW putting in an effort on Bank Holiday Monday and hiring in ATW 150s to boost seats on trains to the coast. This service is returning north at 11:15 approx in the pouring rain with passenger numbers no doubt down due to the poor weather. 158769 to the rear.
The houses in the back are still under construction, but have opened up a nice vista of the station and backdrop - M Pike had a shot published in Railways Illustrated recently of 37s on a test train. Just about to try and replicate and stepping up a car crash barrier to sit on the stone wall when I spotted a sign declaring something like - ' private land - no climbing on this fence or wall especially for taking photographs of trains' - I wont swear on here, but could return when the builders have left.
The Palace Theater (or C. Pflanze building) is a beautifully restored late 19th century building with Italianate influences in downtown Maryville, TN first built by Mr. Charles Pflanze in 1868. Originally utilized as a furniture and casket shop, the building later housed a Five and Dime, a movie theater, and a drug store. It was 'restored' to its current 'Palace Theatre look' in 1934. Today, it offers live concerts, classic movies, special events, and an espresso bar.
In 1983, the Tennessee Historical Commission conducted an architectural survey of Maryville, TN. Representative structures of prevalent building types are included in this collection, such as this classic example, the Palace Theatre.
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D5200 and combined with Photomatix Pro to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you", declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
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Psalm 19:1
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Let's begin :
1914, Austria-Hungary declares war on Serbia because of the assassination of the heir to the throne, Russia declares war on Austria-Hungary because they wanted to defend their slav fellas in the Balkans, Germany declares war on Russia as an ally of Au-Hu, French declares war on Germany as an ally of Russia, the British Empire declares war on Germany cause it has invaded Belgium and the Netherland.
1915, Italy declares war on Au-Hu because Italians wanted new territories, British landing at Gallipoli is a failure and the British et their ass kicked by some Ottomans.
1917, a Communist Revolution in Russia brings the Russian people from a war to another. The Americans enter in the war.
1918, the Great War ends, 4 Empires have disappeared: the German Empire, the Austria-Hungarian Empire, the Ottoman Empire and the Russian Empire.
1919, Treaty of Versailles : Germany is seen as the major responsable of the War. The member of the Entente aquire new lands and colonies, except for Italy, which sees the Treaty as a Mutilated Victory.
New Countries as Poland, Finland, Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania, Turkey, Yugoslavia and EAU are born and the League of Nations is formed to prevent another war.
I love the Bumbo! Sasha can finally sit up (although she still flops a bit even in the Bumbo). Scarf as a baby accessory inspired by the amazing millylillyrose (Amelia) :)
One of the reasons I enjoy living in Tennessee is the beautiful rural scenery that is abundant no matter what part of the state you are in. Rural life is just the best...
Three bracketed photos were taken with a handheld Nikon D7200 and combined with Photomatix to create this HDR image. Additional adjustments were made in Photoshop CS6.
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." ~Jeremiah 29:11
I declare these as record shots as they are taken in at Parkend, Forest of Dean. There was so little light when I arrived but the birds were around and therefore I grabbed these images before moving on to find the Boar. An ISO5000 setting was required as it was that dark.
Parkend has an area of grass, en-circled by Yew and Beech trees. A perfect location for these birds.
I do not really enjoy these locations as the birds are fed and so finding & seeing them is no challenge. Given the number of Hawfinch reports there have been in Q4 2017, I really ought to have gone looking. However, on the plus side it provides an ideal opportunity to see these bird close up, watch their flight and hear a variety of calls. As a learning exercise it is a wonderful experience.
I declare the season, for this kind of photography, in the Netherlands: Started ;-) I saw many of them mostly small ones.
"The heavens declare the glory of God; the skies proclaim the work of his hands." Psalm 19:1
After 6 plus times of driving 5 hours return to Emerald Lake at night over the years, finally got one that have all the perfect Aurora conditions here.
1. A beautiful foreground of the bridge and building
2. The sky is clear enough to see the star and Aurora.
3. The Aurora actually show up as predicted.
4. The Aurora has multiple colors rather than just green.
5. Perfect reflection from the pond without grass blocking it. Thanks to a fisherman wader that allows me to shoot in the middle of the pond instead of from shore.
6. The moon was also out to light up the beautiful mountain instead of just a black shadow of the mountain.
This is a single image with no stacking of other image involved.
Last Edited 2022/10/06
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"He declares the All to be unlimited, as already stated ; but of the All part is full and part empty, and these he calls elements. Out of them arise the worlds unlimited in number and into them they are dissolved. This is how the worlds are formed. In a given section many atoms of all manner of shapes are carried from the unlimited into the vast empty space". Diogenes Laërtius Leucippus. Lives of Eminent Philosophers - Leucippus
I declare to be obsessed with Harry Potter.
Like everyone i guess :)
So yeah, I just keep on seeing all these pictures with HP theme in them, so I had to take mine!
I might not be fan n.1 (example: I don't have all the book, just the first-lame me!, but my cousin does and I've read them more than once), but when I was in 5th grade I bought the sticker album and finished it all! Took me a lot of time and a lot of money (about 50€?). I was obsessed, yes :)
There were a lot of swans down at Keyhaven on Saturday morning, but only this clever one was searching all the boats for contraband - lol
I declare February LOVE, romance and beauty month.
Two petals of a Rococo Parrot tulip... two fragments of one flower-head
Comp in camera, to show you all the beautiful detail and colours!
I don't talk to flowers, they talk to me and I gladly listen, with my eyes!
You can see for yourself what this Rococo tulip was saying!!!
I grew and bloomed for your visual pleasure!
I am complex and sensual...
Do I make your toes curl with pleasure?
Giving my flowers SOUL? My Soul Flowers on youtube
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